Play on words with the word blue

Eyes of most unholy blue! [ Moore ]

True blue will never stain. [ Proverb ]

Those blue violets, her eyes. [ Heine ]

Plant a white rose at my feet,
Or a lily fair and sweet,
With the humble mignonette
And the blue-eyed violet. [ Julia C. R. Dorr, Earth to Earth ]

A gray eye is a sly eye,
And roguish is a brown eye,-
Turn full upon me thy eye,-
Ah, how its wavelets drown one!
A blue eye is a true eye;
Mysterious is a dark one,
Which flashes like a spark-sun!
A black eye is the best one. [ W. R. Alger ]

‘Tis noon — a calm, unbroken sleep
Is on the blue waves of the deep;
A soft haze, like a fairy dream,
Is floating over wood and stream;
And many a broad magnolia flower,
Within its shadowy woodland bower,
Is gleaming like a lovely star. [ George D. Prentice ]

Underneath large blue-bells tented
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not. [ Keats ]

And violets, transform’d to eyes,
Inshrined a soul within their blue. [ Moore ]

There may be blue, and better blue. [ Proverb ]

The green grass floweth like a stream
Into the ocean’s blue. [ Lowell ]

How blue were Ariadne’s eyes
When, from the sea’s horizon line,
At eve, she raised them on the skies!
My Psyche, bluer far are thine. [ Aubrey De Vere ]

Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances.
Like spring violets over the lea. [ Constance F. Woolson ]

His eye was blue and calm, as is the sky
In the serenest noon. [ Willis ]

They say…
That, putting all his words together,
Tis three blue beans in one blue bladder. [ Prior ]

My garden is a forest ledge
Which older forests bound;
The banks slope down to the blue lake edge,
Then plunge to depths profound! [ Emerson ]

Deep brown eyes running over with glee;
Blue eyes are pale, and gray eyes are sober;
Bonnie brown eyes are the eyes for me. [ Constance F. Woolson ]

The sea! the sea!- the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies. [ Barry Cornwall ]

Good-humor is the clear blue sky of the soul. [ Frederic Saunders ]

See the enfranchised bird, who wildly springs,
With a keen sparkle in his glowing eye
And a strong effort in his quivering wings,
Up to the blue vault of the happy sky. [ Mrs. Norton ]

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, — roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin — his control
Stops with the shore. [ Byron ]

As winds come lightly whispering from the west.
Kissing, not ruffling the blue deep’s serene. [ Byron ]

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine. [ Longfellow ]

How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air.
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain
Breaks the serene heaven:
In full-orb’d glory yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray
The desert circle spreads,
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night! [ Southey ]

There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness;
The trembling eyebright showed her sapphire blue,
The thyme her purple, like the blush of Even;
And if the breath of some to no caress
Invited, forth they peeped so fair to view.
All kinds alike seemed favorites of heaven. [ Wordsworth ]

The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
And they first feel the sun: so violets blue;
So the soft star-like primrose — drenched in dew —
The happiest of spring’s happy, fragrant birth. [ Keble ]

Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky! [ Whittier ]

No radiant pearl which crested fortune wears,
No gem that, twinkling, hangs from beauty’s ears,
Not the bright stars which night’s blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn.
Shine with such lustre as the tear that breaks
For other’s woe, down virtue’s manly cheeks. [ Darwin ]

Thine eyes are like the deep, blue, boundless heaven
Contracted in two circles underneath
Their long, fine lashes; dark, far, measureless,
Orb within orb, and line through line inwoven. [ Shelley ]

My dear, your everlasting blue velvet quite tires me. [ Thackeray ]

Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another! [ T. B. Read ]

Windows, white and azure-laced with blue of heaven’s own tinct. [ William Shakespeare ]

The saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all. [ Coleridge ]

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. [ Geo. MacDonald ]

The wit of you, and the wool of a blue dog, would make a very good medley. [ Proverb ]

Children of wealth or want, to each is given One spot of green, and all the blue of heaven! [ O. W. Holmes ]

Optimism begins in a broad grin, and Pessimism ends with blue spectacles. Both are merely poses. [ Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband ]

From yon blue heaven above us bent, the grand old gardener and his wife smile at the claims of long descent. [ Tennyson ]

Her deep blue eyes smile constantly, as if they had by fitness won the secret of a happy dream she does not care to speak. [ Mrs. Browning ]

O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea. Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam. Survey our empire, and behold our home! [ Byron ]

Flowers of rhetoric, in sermons or serious discourses, are like the red and blue flowers in corn; pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap the profit. [ Swift ]

Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and wrong cannot long prevail. [ Lowell ]

God creates out of the dry, dull earth so many flowers of such beautiful colors, and such sweet perfume, such as no painter nor apothecary can rival. From the common ground God is ever bringing forth flowers, golden, crimson, blue, brown, and of all colors. [ M. Luther ]

Wit throws a single ray, separated from the rest, — red, yellow, blue, or any intermediate shade, — upon an object; never white light; that is the province of wisdom. We get beautiful effects from wit, — all the prismatic colors, — but never the object as it is in fair daylight. [ Holmes ]

Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are blue; her fields, green; her waters vary with her skies; her animals, vegetables, minerals, are all colored. She paints a great many of them in apparently superfluous hues, as if to show the dullest eye how she loves color. [ Leigh Hunt ]

Never! never has one forgotten his pure, right educated mother. On the blue mountains of our dim childhood, toward which we ever turn and look, stand the mothers, who marked out to us from thence our life; the most blessed age must be forgotten ere we can forget the warmest heart. You wish, O women! to be ardently loved, and forever, even till death! Be, then, the mothers of your children. [ Richter ]

I was walking in the street, a beggar stopped me, — a frail old man. His inflamed, tearful eyes, blue lips, rough rags, disgusting sores . . . oh, how horribly poverty had disfigured the unhappy creature! He stretched out to me his red, swollen, filthy hand. He groaned and whimpered for alms. I felt in all my pockets. No purse, watch, or handkerchief did I find. I had left them all at home. The beggar waited and his out-stretched hand twitched and trembled slightly. Embarrassed and confused, I seized his dirty hand and pressed it. Don’t be vexed with me, brother; I have nothing with me, brother. The beggar raised his bloodshot eyes to mine; his blue lips smiled, and he returned the pressure of my chilled fingers. Never mind, brother, stammered he; thank you for this — this, too, was a gift, brother. I felt that I, too, had received a gift from my brother. [ Ivan Tourgueneff ]

To be effective, an officer must have unclouded vision about what is ahead. Such vision demands that the officer deal with all his priorities, but not necessarily in sequential order. Indeed, an officer must develop the ability to see all ramifications of his action, or inaction, at once.

Encouragement should be as important as the wages. People need money to live, and motivation to build a life. There is one step further that must not be forgotten, and that concerns the recognition of your worth. If there is true devotion, then make sure the member of your team knows that you, the boss, have noticed.

Who would I recommend to the home cook? Nigel Slater, without a doubt. His stuff is personal. He’s not a chef, he’s a cook. He’s never come into fashion and he’ll never go out of fashion, he has a timeless quality. Simon Hopkinson’s Roast Chicken and Other Stories was voted most useful cookbook of all time last year, but I’m not convinced. No, it’s Nigel Slater for me, every time. Good beyond belief.

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